 | Sonnets and Miscellaneous Poems by the late Thomas Russell |  |
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SONNET. IV.
Yes, lov'd retreat, those wonted gales I know,
That shed soft fragrance o'er my drooping frame,
Sweet, as of old, when first the youthful flame
Was kindled in my veins; and now below
I see thy varlous length of landscape glow
With all it's custom'd blooms, it's groves the same,
It's verdant lawns, and towers of antique same,
And streams that gently murmur as they flow:
Now too the sounds, that us'd my soul to cheer,
Thy mingled melodies of hill and plain,
Melt in faint murmurs on my ravish'd ear:
But say, will They too bless my eyes again,
My Friends of yore? if They no more appear,
Fair as thou art, thy other charms are vain.
That shed soft fragrance o'er my drooping frame,
Sweet, as of old, when first the youthful flame
Was kindled in my veins; and now below
I see thy varlous length of landscape glow
With all it's custom'd blooms, it's groves the same,
It's verdant lawns, and towers of antique same,
And streams that gently murmur as they flow:
Now too the sounds, that us'd my soul to cheer,
Thy mingled melodies of hill and plain,
Melt in faint murmurs on my ravish'd ear:
But say, will They too bless my eyes again,
My Friends of yore? if They no more appear,
Fair as thou art, thy other charms are vain.
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